Steven Federle Poems

We cross the resilient lawn,
stepping over flat stones,
engraved names, lives
encapsulated.
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Cold rain falls
as the earth turns
for another round.
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The light is fading early today.

Rain turns the whole world to night.
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We lie under high arched windows
awake in the deep winter night
and gaze on the tallest trees
glazed in silver light.
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The light from the tree
throws gold on my
dark wall.
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This Christmas moon
breaks shining through
my empty, dark night.
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Sudden light
flares in the eastern sky.

Bright clouds burst
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The morning is cold,
the moon slung low
lighting the snow
iridescently blue
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Above Columbus Parkway
it rises to the east,
creased with oak
and dry grass,
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The angry sparrow, narrow and light
fiercely pursued the thieving crow
slender beak stabbing
smooth black feathers,
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